Who are we to want?

    I was online last night and I read a woman's Facebook status that said " My husband isn't what I wanted." That's a pretty bold statement I thought. I wondered what she had wanted him to be, and who he really was. I wondered if he was mean or lazy or crazy or was he just not what she had pictured in her head.
    Women tend to live in this fairy tale. A constant state of Cinderella and prince charming. We have all these expectations that are nearly impossible to meet, and then some how convince ourselves that the man is the problem when he can't possibly measure up. Well who are we? Who are we to ask anything of anyone.
   When we are asking ourselves these self absorbed, oh pity me questions...I think there's one of most importance that everyone seems to leave out. What do we DESERVE?? Am I able to ask for a man who is loving, and kind and charming if I myself am none of those things. Do I beg of him to be rich, and honest and well groomed if again I am falling short in those areas. Am I willing to give exactly that in which I'm asking. If not, Who am I to ask anything of anyone.
   With this overwhelming statement in my head, I inevitably started to ponder, is my husband what I wanted? And you know what the answer is. No, of course he's not. HE'S MORE! If I think back on the years I've lived, and the horror of relationships that past, and most importantly the role I played. I wasn't anyone to have the audacity to ask anyone for anything. To be anything I wanted. To do anything I wanted them to do, but you know what...I did it anyway. I asked of you what I knew I was completely unwilling, and better yet incapable of producing myself. I did not DESERVE a single thing.
   Today my thought provoking question to myself each morning is...Am I what my husband wanted? It is not up to me to determine what he does and doesn't deserve per say, but I can worry solely about his needs. I wish this woman the best, and I hope that one day she is able to turn that question around.

Because in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.